i was walking back from the shops with cainy and he had a poo. as i was bagging it up a bloke walked past me and started shouting at me : "its all propaganda" "clean that up" (which i was obviously doing), "shoudlnt be allowed animals" and some other stuff. i was quite scared which cain picked up on and started on his 'protection routine'. i understand that the bloke is probably ill but he really did shake me up with the threatening stance and verbal abuse.

does nobody care anymore about peoples well being and if a person with problems is sent to live as care in the community which im guessing he was, why are they allowed to walk the streets scaring people?

im not having a pop at him as he was so obviously off the planet but surely it would be safer if once spmeone went care in the communty they actually got the care they deserved.

I remember during my school days when a kid with learning disabilities was put in our class as an experiment .................... it did'nt make him come up to our standards ................. It made us come down to his !


Something has to be done about these fruit cakes, but I hav'nt a clue what !

Anthill, I hope to god you never reproduce,

It was ok before, but some bright spark decided to shut all the hospitals down and let them all roam around causing trouble. Not always their fault admittedly, but not ours either.

Anthill, I hope to god you never reproduce,

why? ;)

am i scary? BOO

But I have to ask, who are the sane ones?

trouble is the ones booted out of the hospitals often forget to take there tablets...

i allways put mine next to the kettle so when i get up in the morning and have a cup of tea i see my tablets and i know i have to take them..

People in our mental wards/hospitals sometimes get violent and injure the staff. A nurse was in a coma for ages after being attacked by a patient.
Unfortunately some patients are released, not because they are deemed safe to be allowed back on the street, but because there is nowhere to safely accomodate them.

A few weeks ago I was buying some cat food in a corner shop and an Asian bloke behind me started giving me aggro about the "decadent Westerners" who pander to their "spoilt bloody animals" by feeding them "fancy expensive food instead of the table scraps they deserve".
I told him to fuck right off. Then the shop owner said "He's care in the community, you shouldn't be too hard on him".
I said "And he should keep his twatting gob shut."

WOW - where abouts was that? There are plenty of them in Kingsley.

I remember one bloke coming into the Co-Op where I was (not surprisingly) queueing, and he all of a sudden shouts "read me a story". Me and my mate couldn't stop laughing.

Durhams (Abington Avenue). Scared me a bit, I tell thee.

There's one guy who is always on the bus I get into town. No matter the weather he will be topless, usually drinking special brew. He tells anybody that will listen that his names Jimmy and at the moment he's living in New York, but really he's the king of Africa and he hopes to return there soon.

There's loads of them near me, cos my estate was built on the grounds of a mental hospital. They seem to have just released them into the wild. There's a couple who are about 50 who particularly piss me off. They walk past EVERY day, the bloken dressed like a lumberjack holding an untuned radio with the volume on full, and the woman pulling about 20 cuddly toys along on a bit of string, wearing several kiddies hairbands. I can't help but think they were better off where they were.

Where I live I get it all the time. I was sitting in my local t'other day and this guy that I'd never spoken to before comes up to me and says 'I know something that you don't know'. Mmmm, i thought, maybe this blokes just discovered the meaning of life, or even better he might have a certainty for the 2-30 at Chepstow. So I say to him 'Wossat then mate?'
He then starts rambling about some bloke who lived in the pub in 1932, his name was Harry Jelly or something. He'd even photocopied some sort of street census to prove his very important point. Christ on a bike, I thought, why me?

Christ on a bike, I thought, why me?

They look for friendly faces. Probably because they get such a hard time from everyone else. Top Tip: put on a Christopher Walken look.

I think you've cracked it there! I usually greet people with a smile, I think that's my downfall.

I usually cop for nutters on the bus, particuarly on the Greyfriars - Weston Favell Centre route.
Some wanko sat down next to me and said "See my waistcoat? I've got five hundred more like it at home."
He then pulled out his purse which was full of coppers and bus tickets and said "Look, ten million quid, won it last night on the roulette wheel".
WHY ME?!

I even get them at work. There's one guy who works in our post room, he comes in one day to collect the post from the trays, which was fair enough.
He then walks up to me, looks me square in the face and says 'don't worry about the fish'. Then he walks off. Straight out of Twin fucking Peaks it was.

In 1990 I (pre-driving days) I used to have to catch the train from Coventry to Leamington Spa every day to work. Doing this daily, I got used to seeing the same people on the platform, always standing in the same place reading the same paper etc. There was one bloke who I'd always see, he was well over six foot tall, always dressed in army-style combats and workman boots and carrying a rucksack. He was really thin and his really young-looking face made him look about 12 - and I always thought there was something about him that looked odd.

One morning I got on the train which was miraculously early and waited for it to leave. The same people got on the train, and then just before it left, the above described strange bloke staggered past my window to the door to get on. He was dressed exactly the same as he always was except for a pair of shiny red stiletto heels! When he finally appeared in the carriage, he'd got his workman boots back on. I think it was the fact that nobody else saw it that scared me. Wierd.

There's a fat bloke in Northampton who looks a bit like Reg Holdsworth. He wanders around wearing a leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, kinky boots, a leather bomber jacket and a Kyle from South Park hat. WEIRD!

:rolf:
i know its no laughing matter but im glad im not alone.

I could go on forever, I have so many tales of looney liasons. One that springs immediately to mind was a bloke who used to walk past me and my mates every morning at the school bus-stop. He used to walk bolt upright and hold a holdall at arms length, using just his forefinger and thumb. He was swiftly named 'Mr Straight' by us. A couple of years later, I was a working part time in a care home for mental people and we had to take them to a community disco. Who should I see sitting across the hall on an orange plastic EEC surplus chair but Mr Straight. I thought I'd be polite so I went over to chat to him. I asked him how long he'd been doing care work and he laughed:"Oh good God no, I don't work here, I'm one of the nutters". He wasn't joking either.

wonder why dogs never go mentally ill?
and i put smee tablet on ledge over puter.

Not exactly loonies, but I often encounter people on the train or somewhere who want to tell me their life story. Had a woman tell me about her mum who wants her to visit but doesn't understand she has to get her shopping and her washing done.
''Is she in hospital?'' 'Riska asks
''No she's at home.''
''Well is she ill?''
''No she's fine. She makes all her own clothes and everything.''
''Well just TELL her you've got other things to do.''
''Do you think that would help?''
Perhaps I should start charging consultation fees.

Another one....Woman sits down next to me on train and starts to tell me all her problems. Eventually she gets round to her pain-in-the-arse best friend Irene.
''...and another thing about Irene; she's the type to go up to a perfect stranger and start to give them her life's story. If she were here instead of me she'd be telling you all about.....''
Yes, lady I am so glad you aren't at all like Irene.
And I used to think that sitting down attached to a Walkman tape player was supposed to convey the message 'I am listening to music. Please fuck off' rahter than 'I am lonely. Please come and bore me.'

There's a fat bloke in Northampton who looks a bit like Reg Holdsworth. He wanders around wearing a leather mini skirt, fishnet stockings, kinky boots, a leather bomber jacket and a Kyle from South Park hat. WEIRD!

I heard he gets beaten up by the local chavs of a regular basis. Now I think he looks hilarious, but I do feel sorry for the bloke - I hope he fights them back as he isn't exactly small.

He did once wear a pair of jean shorts that had his arse cheeks dropping out the back - nearly made me vomit.

He did once wear a pair of jean shorts that had his arse cheeks dropping out the back

WoW wants those back as soon as he's finished with them. ;)

I heard he gets beaten up by the local chavs of a regular basis. Now I think he looks hilarious, but I do feel sorry for the bloke - I hope he fights them back as he isn't exactly small.

He did once wear a pair of jean shorts that had his arse cheeks dropping out the back - nearly made me vomit.
You've seen him then? He is fucking priceless!
Just before Chrimbo I went to the big Tesco's at the Weston Favell centre and had the pleasure of seeing this lunatic doing his seasonal shopping. Pure entertainment I tell you! The fucker should have his own TV series!

Theres a woman called "Mad Rose" who has been about for years, shes pretty old and used to hang around my old school.
Basicially she talks to the bus stop, Chases you with an her Umbrella if you tell her Elvis is Dead, and has been known to expose herself to young boys.
She is also rumoured to carry a Knife, I wouldn't get that near to find out.

He is the only reason to go to the Weston Favell centre. He lives in the pyramid building right next to it according to an ex of mine. Shame he gets beaten up, but like I said I hope he has given some of the violent homophobic chavs a good hiding. He is weirder than Priscilla Queen of the Desert.

That pyramid building is weird. Obviously the architect listened to too many Asia and Yes albums and stared at the sleeves whilst having too much to smoke.

aside from the prossy looking tranny in sutton (see the glass eye thread) theres a bloke called Jesus. he's a bit of a philosopehr (of shit) and offers you chocolate bars and fags.

we get all sorts are work, theres a mental ward at sutton hospital where they sometimes escape from and come down to civic for some reason.

norwich is full of them. look up norwich on the knowhere guide. my fave in norwich is marigold (stands there directing traffic wearing a pair of marigolds) he hasnt been seen for ages though and "davids bags" where two blokes with bags full of nappys aregue daily about whos bags they are.

There's an old prossy in Northampton known to all as "10p Lil".
She even gets a mention on www.knowhere.co.uk
She's usually seen supping a can of Carling or having a shite / piss in the gutter.

ha ha. you must be getting a discount as she is known to my mates as 50p Lil? It's quite disturbing to have an old Indian lady offering sex for cash. I really hope she doesn't get much business *shudders*

World of Weird - if you've been on knowhere, you'll probably be familiar with Allan, comes from Sunderland and gets endlessly flamed by all and sundry just for being the Corby board>>>>>>>>>>8)

He also visits Sand Dancers but there aren't cunts like Corby Crew posting shite for the hell of it>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>/-{}-\

And back to topic... In Gateshead there is this old bloke who walks around the Town Centre whistling what sounds like bird calls to himself, just goes pottering round Gatesheed High Street...

Also we had an old Asian woman who used to hang round the Monument in Newcastle a few years back, she was fucking scary. Was known to shout abuse at any lasses sporting tracksuits and coke can fringes thatgave her grief, thus shitting them up and shouting "Wanna fuck?" at male passers-by, shitting them up too... she's since disappeared and I wondered what happenned to her. Mind you, you'll find a lot of down and outs hanging round the Monument on a sunny afternoon supping Tudor Rose sherry, the same notable characters, some of which on the Chandless Estate (not far from me *shudder* )

ha ha. you must be getting a discount as she is known to my mates as 50p Lil? It's quite disturbing to have an old Indian lady offering sex for cash. I really hope she doesn't get much business *shudders*
Last year I had the 'pleasure' of seeing her having a piss in the gutter on my way to work and then seeing her having a shit in the road (in the Drapery!) on my way home. Something should be done about her.

Where I live I get it all the time. I was sitting in my local t'other day and this guy that I'd never spoken to before comes up to me and says 'I know something that you don't know'. Mmmm, i thought, maybe this blokes just discovered the meaning of life, or even better he might have a certainty for the 2-30 at Chepstow. So I say to him 'Wossat then mate?'
He then starts rambling about some bloke who lived in the pub in 1932, his name was Harry Jelly or something. He'd even photocopied some sort of street census to prove his very important point. Christ on a bike, I thought, why me?

I came across your posting by happen chance whilst researching a distant relative a 'Harry Jelly' - it would appear that your HJ was the landlord of The Bunch of Grapes in Denmark Street, Bristol from 1914 - 35 after which it was run by his son until 1944. I have yet to discover if the Harry Jelly who ran this pub is a person I am searching for. Your HJ family is significant to the history of the local pubhaving run the place for 30 years.

i keep getting unwanted emails from some bloke off another messageboard that i posted on once. his last ended with "you dont want to mess with me". yesterday i blocked his addy only to get an email from his hotmail.com account asking why i was ignoring him so i blocked that as well and he managed again with a hotmail.co.uk account. me thinks this is just going to go on and on. ive told him to fuck off once but thats made no difference.

forward some of the mail to hotmail themselves, they'll block his IP if it's bad enough.

thing is he isnt really threatening apart from the dont mess with me bit which i suspect he was actually trying to use as a tag line signature thing but either way i dont want his sodding emails.

I came across your posting by happen chance whilst researching a distant relative a 'Harry Jelly' - it would appear that your HJ was the landlord of The Bunch of Grapes in Denmark Street, Bristol from 1914 - 35 after which it was run by his son until 1944. I have yet to discover if the Harry Jelly who ran this pub is a person I am searching for. Your HJ family is significant to the history of the local pubhaving run the place for 30 years.


Daveyboy,

Ever had that thing happen where you are talking about someone behind their back and some random stranger says "Oi, thats my mate/mother/grandad you're slagging off/saying has a tiny cock/laughing at the ugliness of..." ?

That, right there above, is the interweb new breed variant.